Your Wars Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

Your wars
Abdel Aziz Alhaider

When I found you thrown upon the seat..
the illusion
I turn to your legs
burn them by fire
So you fly
And slate as you like a dreams dropping from the trees as honey as a wine
The Gods history close your mouth and the names of the villages …the smile of violet spread you name
Not so far you will go..ever..for you whom I sew a heart from silk
However you fly above the sea
The tunnels that are going deep in the mountains abdomen with the birds skyward
They seduct your extended childhood
Your lisping
You never leave the convolution of my cave.. because I still since decades dig drawing on the silver of the poems and the dishs of friendship with the dreams of fresh fruits.. digging for your name
You may float over the words..you may rowing the shadows in the river but soon you will stagnate in the night…in the bottom of the storm…I protect my self by the shadows of your dropping hair the green fountain in my courtyard
I heard your shellfishs laughs and laugh with themwith my words…and catch your fingers which try to extract my lungs …and you count your last papers preparing for the statement of silence…
Without me the clouds will not reach your hands..and the rain will not brocade your name on the green foot… and all the wars seep from the walls and there darkness spread on the dry lips if you decide to frown or to put your sight to the neutral direction